Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2023 18:26:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Olando Reez <olandoreez@aol.com>
Subject: Chronicles of Steve (2 Move in Help)

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These are short tales about this hot somewhat gingery guy that is my
newest neighbor. I just moved to a new home and was greeted by the
friendly and fairly attractive guy with the southern drawl. From the
moment I saw this good looking guy with the jeans that showed off his hot
ass I wanted him.
Now it us only fiction as he is a married man with kids in tow. But as he
was ever so friendly. I am sure I could show this hunk how 'friendly' A
neighbor can be.
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Chronicles of Steve (2 Move in Help)


... This is to tell you that Steve (my new neighbor) is a hot and stud
like piece of man. From that first moment I caught sight of his. There on
that first day after I had just moved in. I had noticed that this
southern boy' with the typical southern accent was friendly and even
offering aide whenever I needed it.
I was not sure that I would actually get any help from him after that
first meet. Heck I was not even sore I would get another hello from him.
I knew he saw the sticker on my car. And it was pretty well known what it
meant. And he knew I was 'single'. A dreaded indicator of many things
conservatives thought were wrong. So I just assumed that I would never
have a conversation or help, or even a hello from him.

"Fucking great ass though" I said as I looked out the window the same day
of our first encounter.

Then a few days later I heard the door bell ring. It seemed to echo about
in this empty house I was still living in with no furniture.
I glanced out the window and there were the movers. A standard sized
moving truck as I had not too much furniture from the break up with the
"Ass".
I was almost ecstatic though. To see them pull up with the rest of my
things was a blessing. I ran to the door and opened it. The guy spoke
barely a word of English and asked who I was to make sure he had the
right address. I let them in and they started to bring furniture in. One
by one the chairs and a small sofa and my bed. But rather that move it to
the right place, they kind of just brought it into the living room and
dumped it there. I complained that they would be at least putting the
items in the correct rooms

"No. We just drop off" he said
"Sign"

I was frustrated at this turn of events. Realizing I may have used the
wrong morning company and that I would have to somehow move furniture
myself. I was pissed off to say the least. But I wanted them gone. I
would call their boss after they left.

"Thanks for nothing" I shouted out the front door
"Fuckk"

I looked around as I realized I was shouting. Then I saw Steve next door
outside. He was pulling out his trash bins for collection. He was in a
tank top and sweats again. His arms looked nice as I saw more of them,
seeing more of his tattoos. The sweats were pretty snug in his ass and
hugged his hot lower body.
He looked to see me as I shouted out my door at the movers. Pausing and
looking at the moving truck, than back up at me.

"Everything okay neighbor?" he called up at me
"Yeah" I huffed in frustration
"Just movers."

I was gonna get back to trying to figure out how to move furniture in my
own. But Steve then walked over to my house heading for my front door. I
looked down as he again called to me. Seeing the nice bulge pressing
against the material of the sweats. I felt that strange tingle in my
shorts again as I looked at him.

"Sound like the movers fucked something up". He then suggested
"I can help you move things"

It was as if he knew what had happened. And I was appreciative of his
offering to help. For I knew it would be hell to get things moved by
myself.

"Sure thanks" I said as he reached the door"
"Was gonna have a time moving things alone "

The hot man came into my house and saw my predicament. Then I told him
what had happened. And he shook his head. Saying that he knew it happened
a lot around 'these parts'. Then he liked and he indeed offered to help
me.

"Thanks man" I said
"I really appreciate the help"
"What are neighbors for?" He stated
"Let's get to it"

So we started to move items from one room to another. Bedroom to bedroom,
living room and dining room and such. I would look over at the hot guy as
he helped me build the bed that was in pieces. His arms looked strong and
the tattoos on them very sexy. And there was an obvious lump where his
junk was as he crouched down to attached the frame pieces together. It
was meaty and noticable, and again I felt a needy twinge at my own loins
He looked up as I was staring down between his legs. Then he smiled a
bit. Saying that this looked like a sturdy bed. I just half smiled back
at the hot man. Then I saw him reach down and grab his junk as he moved.
Adjusting a definite slab of something down there.

"Fuck me!" My head shouted at me
"He looks fucking hung"

I had to pull my eyes away as i needed to get back to the task at hand.
Building the damned bed. So I took my eyes from his body and looked at
the bed frame. Getting the pieces together.
Then we attached the mattress and box spring to it. Then brought the
dresser and nightstands in. His arms flexed and looked so damned
delicious as he picked up the furniture. His meat chest puffing out in
his tank.

"We should break for a bit" I said after the bedrooms were done
"I can offer you a beer"
"Great" he said as he wiped his brow

We went into the kitchen. There was a small island with a barr and we sat
there in the stools. I handed Steve the beer and he swallowed down a good
drink. I did the same after watching him drink. His neck looked very
lickable and the beads of sweat on his brow made me wish I could actually
lick him.

"I really wanted to thank you for the help" I then said
"Sucks that these movers suck so bad"
"I will be filing a complaint with their boss"
"Won't do you any good" he chimed in
"They are all getting like that"
"Besides, you got me as a neighbor. And I don't mind helping a man out"

I looked at his face. He had a soft smile on it. I almost licked at my
mouth as he did look very hot there, just a few feet away. Pulling my
tongue out a tad, but then catching myself and yanking it back into my
mouth. He saw me and his eyebrow twitched as he looked at me.

"If there is anything I can do for you?" I started to say

And again Steve's eyebrow twitched as it seemed he was thinking of
something at that very moment. then he took another big drink. Then he
placed the drink down on the counter. Then Steve got up and stepped
around it to my side in the kitchen. It was then that I saw his hand was
down and at his crotch. And Steve was rubbing at it. Rubbing at a very
very noticeable tenting going on down there.

"I do know what you can do for me man" he then said
"What don't you get down in your knees and blow me"

I looked back up at his face. What was he saying? He wanted what? I
looked at his eyes and I could see something in them. A hunger. And not
for beer. Then he groped at his junk again. I could now make out a
growing tube under his hand. It was certainly his dick. And it appeared
to be pretty fucking big

"Come on man suck me off" he then said again
"I am helping you after all"...


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To be continued